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Warrior	By : NeemaAdaeze Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 6033 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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One day I was watching a documentary of hardcore fans who are into the 'Star Trek' series and go to various conventions. It was interesting to the point that some fans are too focused on the series, like this one kid who written a fan-script and even cursed out his friend who called on him during an interview. I realized while watching the movie that these early fans had created 'fanzines' with characters coupling with one another, and it was like a precursor to fanfictions. The most interesting couple was that albino-like android and the blonde lady with the short haircut (I don't know their names anyway but they were from 'The Next Generation' series). So it goes to say that if it weren't for Trekkies, we wouldn't have awesome fanfictions. Yeah...
Warrior by Boogermeister
Chapter 10- Fire and Rain
Ichigo sniffed, wiping the stray tears from his eyes every few minutes, as he sat on the floor. He stayed there from who knew how long, but he didn't care anymore. What was the point anymore? Grimmjow was using him for his own gain, possibly from the start, and he was too naive for his own good to see it. How could he be so stupid? Why did he have to get a shelfish, stubborn, brash man to fight as a gladiator? He should have known that it was a bad idea to make his dream come true, if this was going to turn out like this. His teary eyes glanced up to see around the empty bedroom. It was so quiet in here, saved for his snifling, as he frowned.
Grimmjow had never liked him in the first place, no matter how nicely he had treated him. Just because he was some Roman. Suddenly, he flinched slightly when he heard the partially opened door being pushed and he glanced up to see Ginjou stepping in. ".... Ginjou?" he mumbled in surprise, and the army commander turned to notice him.
"Ichigo.... so you are here," he grinned as he walked up to him. Ichigo stiffened for a second before looking down to wipe away the last of his tears, but Ginjou noticed and leaned against the wall. "Something the matter, Ichigo?" he asked quietly.
"No, it's nothing," Ichigo quickly lied.
"It can't be nothing if you got tears on your cheeks," he frowned. "What's the matter, you don't want to be in a place like this? Of course this party would have some of the guests having sex, so maybe that's it." Ichigo didn't reply to him, but stiffened when the older man decided to sit next to him. He was so close to him that the teen could practically smell the strong acidic wine from his breath. Up close, Ginjou's eyes seemed glassy and the skin on his face was filmed in sweat from the alcohol.
"You're drunk, Ginjou," frowned Ichigo, though Ginjou chuckled loudly.
"Of course, I'm allowed to drink, aren't I?"
"But this is your uncle's house, you should've minimized your amount of drinking--"
"Like I give a fuck," he suddenly scoffed, and the teen flinched from his outburst. "If I wanna drink as much as I want then I'll drink. Uncle's not complaining about it now because his fox-faced slave is sucking him off at the moment." He glanced at him and frowned lightly. "Why were you crying a minute ago, Ichigo....?"
".... It was nothing important," mumbled Ichigo.
".... Does it have to do with that Gaul who came with you?" he questioned, and Ichigo stiffened from that. "If that fucking barbarian's the one who made you cry, I'll rip his cock out if that's what you want."
"No, it wasn't Grimmjow--"
"You're lying, Ichigo, I can tell," he frowned with a dismissive wave of his hand. "He's somewhere fucking some whore while you're sulking here.... it would make sense that he hurt your feelings."
"Well.... it wouldn't matter anyway since he's still my slave," muttered Ichigo.
"Don't say it with that attitude, Ichigo," frowned Ginjou. "If it were me.... I would've torture him for days, making him beg for mercy. Killing him on the spot wouldn't be so fun."
"Stop that, Ginjou, I hate it when you talk like that," he scoffed as he attempted to get up, but he was suddenly pulled down when Ginjou yanked at his arm. "Ah! Ginjou, what the hell!" he scowled at him.
"I don't want you to leave, that's all," he muttered.
"So what? I leave if I want to," he frowned.
"And go where? Everbody else is busy with themselves, especially that Gaul of yours," Ginjou pointed out. "Do you really wish to find him, ramming in and out of some slave girl in a sexual frenzy? Unless you want him to hurt you any further...." Ichigo frowned but couldn't find the words to counter that. He hated being berated and teased by Grimmjow but if he would give up on being his master now, it would just prove that he's incapable of being an adult.
"I don't know what to do about this...." he sighed, rubbing at his forehead as he stared down at his lap. A second later, he glanced up when he felt a hand gripping at his shoulder and looked at Ginjou, who put up a slight smirk. "Ginjou....?" he frowned.
"No reason for you to be left out on the action, Ichigo," he smirked as he leaned close to his face.
"Wha-- no, no, Ginjou....!" the teen exclaimed in realization and pulled away, when Ginjou tried to plant a kiss on his lips. "What are you doing? You're trying to kiss me?"
"Tch, what do you think?" smirked Ginjou, his eyes glazed with drunken lust. "You have a chance to become a true man now, and it could be with me. Don't worry, I'll be gentle if that's what you want."
"No, Ginjou! I don't want to do that!" he scowled as he tried to stand up. But the army commander's face twisted into an annoying frown as he quickly grabbed his arms and pulled him back to the floor. Ichigo winced from the action but again he tried to get away from him. "Ginjou, stop it! I--" he tried to yell out, but Ginjou pinned him down and placed his hand over his mouth. Ichigo muffled out his sounds but it was pointless as he was being overpowered. Fear and apprehension crept up as he saw the lustful sneer on Ginjou's face. He could feel the older man's growing arousal rubbing against his thigh, and he struggled in vain.
"You shouldn't be afraid of this, Ichigo--" smirked Ginjou, but inhaled in pain when Ichigo reached to smack him in the face. "Shit.... you fucking little cunt!" he scowled as he removed his hand only to brutally backhand him across the face.
"Ahh!" Ichigo yelped out in intense pain, before Ginjou pinned down his hands.
"You fucking dare to hit me, huh?" he seethed as he drunkenly glared down at him. "I'm above your class, I can do whatever I want with you. And right now, I wanna fuck you."
"No, stop it....!" Ichigo cried out, his heart thumping rapidly as the older man held down his wrists with one hand and his other hand moving down to pull up his synthesis. "Please.... please, Ginjou, don't do this," he pleaded fearfully but Ginjou chuckled as his fingers trailed up his bare skin, dangerously close to his hips and pelvic area.
"If the Gaul was at your side right now, I wouldn't be doing this," he sneered. "But.... what's he going to do about it anyway? It's not like he cares about you." Ichigo shuddered repusively and tried to squirm from the touch, it wasn't right. This wasn't what he wanted to be ended up in this way.
(Blood and Sand)
In a torch-lit room, Grimmjow was led to a small bed covered with animal pelts. He wasn't sure which animal it came from but it appeared luxurious and exotic looking. He sat over the thick orange one with the black stripes, as the female slave stepped up to him before kneeling between his legs. "Fuck...." he sighed, as she pushed up his tunic. The Gaul wasn't at all ashamed that he was now exposed, just before the slave grasped at his member. Since she was wearing an eyemask, she leaned close to engulp him and Grimmjow inhaled at the feeling.
"Shit," he smirked lightly, beginning to feel aroused by the second, as he leaned his head back. "That feels good...." He breathed deeply, the muscles in his inner thighs tightened whenever the girl swallowed before pulling away. But as he was enjoying the gratification, his mind flickered to what had happened earlier. He frowned a little when he thought about Ichigo being sad and crying, but he scoffed the thought immediately. Why should he care about the teen's feelings, let alone a Roman? Ichigo deserved it anyway for having him as a slave. "Stop, stop," he muttered, grasping the girl's hair.
"Get on the bed," he requested as he stood up. The slave simply nodded as she did so, while Grimmjow took off his tunic. Completely nude, the muscles in his arms and stomach flexed with each movement as he turned to face the girl who was already lying on her back. He loomed over her, pushing her legs apart as he positioned himself. "Ah, shit...." he gasped softly the moment he slowly thrusted into her, the slave seemed to have expected that as she grasped at his arms. "Shit," he grunted as he began, his breath becoming ragged and growl-like at each thrusts. He smirked at the warm tight muscles contracting around him, as his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head.
"...." He glanced back down at the girl, who was unusually placid and quiet. He mentally frowned at the odd behavior. He was used to hearing the animalistic sounds of love-making he had done with plenty of girls in his village. To him, it was like they wanted it since he came from nobility. But this slave.... she was like a mute doll, even as he was ramming her. It was strange, and downright annoying. He wondered if all Romans are like this when having sex. It was like he was just using her....
Grimmjow immediately frowned at the sudden thought. It was true that he was using the slave for sex, but he had expected that she should at least enjoy it. But the silence saved his groaning was getting too much to handle. "Shit...." he scoffed, despite of his needs he forced himself to pull out of her. "Shit, I really can't do this," he grumbled, picking up his discarded clothing. "This is just too fucking weird, it just doesn't feel right."
The slave said nothing about his abrupt actions as she simply sat and watched him putting on his tunic. Grimmjow frowned, his libido now diminished out of annoyance as he scratched through his hair. ".... Are you displeased?" the girl slave finally talked, and the Gaul frowned at her in disbelief.
"So you can fucking talk," he scoffed. "Of course I'm displeased, because you're just laying there with a blank look on your face."
"If you want, then I'll do whatever you demand me to."
"Tch, a little too late for that," grumbled Grimmjow. "I'm outta here...." He promptly left the room, shaking his head as he brisked through the hallways. Nobody seemed to notice that he was annoyed, as most of them were too drunk to notice. He wanted to get away from these conceited Romans, as he was trying to find a way out. "Stupid brat, trying to ruin my fun," he grumbled tiredly. "He thinks he's right, and I hate that ...." Turning a corner, he slowly realized that the festive noise was dying down and he glanced up. He recalled Ichigo pulling him around this area before taking him to that vacant room.
He wondered if Ichigo was still in there, but frowned. He shouldn't bother to see the teen who was disheartened by the truth. If he couldn't handle it then he might as well give up, the Gaul thought as he turned to leave. But he paused in his steps when suddenly his ears picked up subtle noises, and he frowned. It sounded like it was coming near the bedroom, as he turned back and walked up to the slightly opened door. At each step, the noises seemed more aggressive, mixing in with frightened sounds of something else. Or someone.... as he peeked inside.
Only to have his eyes widened in sheer shock at the sight.
".... Stop it! Ginjou, stop!" whimpered Ichigo, struggling under Ginjou's weight as the older man attempted to fondle him. "You can't do this....! You're just drunk--"
"Shut your fucking mouth, Ichigo!" gritted Ginjou. "I always wanted you, so you better take it like a whore!" he scowled, gripping at his clothes.
"No! Stop it!" he yelled out, once the fabric was starting to rip and he tried to push his hands away.
"I told you to shut your damn mouth!" he seethed, smacking him across the face. Ichigo yelped out before he was hit again. Fresh tears stung at his bruised cheeks as he was roughly forced onto his stomach and felt the remains of his clothes being pushed up to expose his bare behind. The teen shook in total fear, he couldn't escape from the drunk man as Ginjou pinned him down and pushed his hips forwards, and Ichigo shuddered from the clothed erection prodding at him.
"Please...." he whimpered, but Ginjou chuckled at his begging.
"Don't worry about it, Ichigo.... I'll take care of you," he chuckled, as he was about to take his out his erection. What he didn't realize was that someone was already looming over him with a fist raised. "Just relax, and I won't be so rough--"
THWACK!
A solid sound of a fist colliding with the side of his head cracked into air, and Ginjou didn't have the time to react as he stumbled to the floor. Intense pain throbbed behind his eyes as he scrunched them tightly and groaned deeply. "Shit! What the fuck!" he scowled as he sat up. Ichigo flinched from the sudden turn of event before he shakily glanced up. He gasped at who it was, as he tried to hold his ripped clothes together.
"Gr.... Grimmjow....?" he whimpered, trying to get to his knees. But Grimmjow didn't pay attention to him, his narrowed cyan eyes burning with anger at the army commander as he stepped forward. Ginjou finally opened his eyes as he rubbed the side of his head, and he tensed at the sight of the one who assaulted him.
"You fucking hit me....? Do you wish for death, Gaul, for assaulting the praetor?" he growled.
"From what I saw, you deserved to be hit," growled Grimmjow, audibly cracking his knuckles before clenching his fists. "Don't know what's so great about a praetor if all he does is rape little boys...."
"Heh, so you came here for Ichigo? I find that interesting, I thought you don't care about him," sneered Ginjou.
"No.... I just find it easy to kick your ass right now," he growled just before he tackled him down.
"W-wait, Grimmjow....!" Ichigo called out, but was ignored when the Gaul gave a harsh hook across the army commander's face. Ginjou gritted, blood filling up his mouth as he punched back. But with the pain in his head as well as the surplus amount of wine he had consumed, his reaction time was muddled when Grimmjow punched him in the face again.
"Guh! You piece of shit....!" Ginjou gritted, as he attempted to kick him away. But Grimmjow retaliated as he lifted him by the front of his clothing and slammed him down, much to Ichigo's horror as he watched. As much as he was relieved that Grimmjow stopped the praetor from raping him, he was much more afraid of what the Gaul was doing. Ginjou was being beaten down, his blood splattered across the floor before Grimmjow slammed him down again. He could get killed here, where his senator uncle was nearby and was unaware what was happening.
Grimmjow snarled, despite being clocked in the chin, before his hard fist closed down on Ginjou's face. This is what he wanted, his vision red with anger and vengance as he glared down on him. This was his chance, he could kill him and be done with him and everything else. "Now you know how it feels.... to see death in your own eyes," he growled, as Ginjou coughed out blood.
"The fuck are you talking about, Gaul?" gritted the army leader. Grimmjow said nothing else as he glared at his bare throat, he could do this. Just the right pressure and squeeze around his neck and his life will leave his eyes. But before he could reach out to do it, his arm was suddenly held back and he glared up to realize that it was Ichigo who was doing it.
".... Get away," he growled lowly, but Ichigo frowned despite of his frightened ordeal as he tried to pull him away.
"You'll kill him, Grimmjow," he said.
"So what? Get away, brat," he scoffed as he tried to shake him off. "I said, move! Do you want to get fucking hit?" he snarled at him.
"You kill him.... and his uncle will order an execution on you," explained Ichigo. "And you'll never get to see your friend again. Do you wish to do that, Grimmjow?"
"Would you rather have him fucking your ass if I didn't stop him, brat?" scowled Grimmjow. "I could've waited until he left you in a fucking bloody mess, and take him out then! Would you have wanted that?" The teen flinched from his tone and words, and frowned hurtfully. But he still tightened his hold on him.
"Just stop it, Grimmjow...." he pleaded.
"Get the fuck off me," Grimmjow growled.
"No, stop this now....!" the teen pleaded again.
"No! You can't stop me--"
"Oh no, this cannot be good!" Grimmjow jolted in surprise and his eyes widened when he saw the silver-haired slave that was with Aizen before, standing in the doorway. But the plastered grin on his face was completely vanished as his squinty eyes opened in absolute shock, revealing ice-blue color of his irises. "What happened here! Master'll see this and you're in deep, deep trouble!" he gasped, his usual dialect gone due to his current emotion. "How can you do this to the praetor, when you're just a slave!"
"Y-yes, that's true....! Gin, get Uncle here, and some guards!" Ginjou yelled out, trying to get out of Grimmjow's hold. "This Gaul is mad, he just attacked me out of nowhere all because I was talking to Ichigo!"
"That's not fucking true!" snarled Grimmjow, glaring down on him. "I saw you beating him and trying to rape him, when I came in....!"
"What? Is that true, Ichigo....?" frowned Gin as he looked at Ichigo, but blinked when he noticed the bruises on the teen's frightened face as well as his torn clothes revealing his bare yet scratched up torso. "Shit, Master'll not going to like this...."
"Gin, you're not going to believe them over me, your master's nephew?" Ginjou questioned but Gin frowned as he stepped forward.
"I only came here because I heard noises when I was trying to find a servant to send some wine to the guests," he frowned. "You, let go of the praetor right now. You're already in enough trouble." Grimmjow growled but reluctantly complied as he let go of the bruised up man, who quickly stood up.
"You're fucking dead, Gaul," he sneered, though he wobbled a little due to both the assault and the drunkeness. "I'll make sure that your head leave your fucking body for what you did." Grimmjow growled under his breath, before glaring at Ichigo who frowned in concern.
"Tch, get off...." he huffed, wrenching his arm away from the teen's hold as he stood up. Ichigo stared at him before looking away forlornly. He should have known, Grimmjow didn't really come here for him despite that he was in trouble. It would make sense that Ginjou was alone here with no bodyguard around and the Gaul came to attack him. He wrapped his arms around himself, his eyes hesitantly glancing up at Ginjou. The man was furious, both at not going through his way and being thrashed by Grimmjow, and the teen shivered.
And yet, somehow, Ginjou was right. His slave didn't care about him, no matter what would have happened to him.
Through all this, Gin had managed to get a slave to fetch the master of the house before going up to Ichigo. "Ichigo, don't worry, I'm sure Master won't punish your slave for saving you," he muttered quietly as he kneeled before him. But Ichigo just frowned and gazed down at his lap. "It's okay, Ichigo, all right....?"
"No, it's not all right...." he mumbled. It was barely a minute later, until Aizen stormed right in. Grimmjow frowned in disbelief, he didn't realize that the man was related to Ginjou, who limped up to his subtly angry uncle.
"Uncle.... do something about this," he gritted lowly, swallowing back saliva tainted with his blood. "I knew that this Gaul was nothing but trouble, and this is what happened. He's fucking barbaric, he attacked me for no apparent reason--"
"He attacked to protect Ichigo, Master, look at him," Gin pointed out, pulling the disheveled teen to his feet. Aizen, through narrowed eyes, stared at Ichigo then at Grimmjow, who had a few bruises on his face from the scuffle, before finally falling on Ginjou.
".... What happened?" he questioned.
"Your nephew attacked him, when his slave came to rescue him," muttered Gin, his head bowed slightly out of respect. "And by the looks of it, Ichigo is pretty shaken up." Aizen gazed at Ichigo, who was shivering as he tried to hold his ripped clothes together.
"You don't understand, Uncle, it wasn't like that," Ginjou tried to explain. "The Gaul was the one who attacked me first. He--" He couldn't explain any further, when his uncle suddenly backhanded him across the face. He inhaled sharply from the unexpected impact and he stumbled back, tasting fresh blood on his tongue. "Fuck, Uncle! Why'd you hit me?" he scowled.
"Because you dared to lay your hands on the son of my associate, you ingrate!" frowned Aizen. "You are a fool to even attempt it, and look at the result! Not only that, you reek of wine that even the dead could smell it....!"
"Shit, you honestly think I would harm Ichigo....?" he questioned, shaking his head.
"He has bruises on his face, where else did it come from?" he demanded. Ginjou just scoffed and refused to answer, but Aizen narrowed his eyes at him as he leaned close to him. "You must've forgotten.... that I still rule over you, no matter what," he muttered lowly. "Your home, your slaves, your position, you would have never gotten this far without me. I could easily take it away from you, and after what you did just now.... I might even consider doing it." Ginjou gritted his teeth in utter annoyance and anger, before Aizen walked past him for Ichigo.
"A-Aizen, I'm sorry about this--" mumbled the teen.
"No, I apologize, Ichigo," he assured. "This never should have happened to you, and I really feel terrible about it. Tell me.... did he fully attempt it?"
"No, no, he ripped my clothes apart before he even could try," he quickly replied. "I.... I don't know why he did this to me, Aizen. We were just talking when he just forced himself on me a second later."
"All right, it's all right, Ichigo," he nodded, patting at his shoulders in a consoling manner. "You're lucky that your slave came for you, though. I thought he was in the other room with one of my slaves." Ichigo frowned neutrally at that before turning his gaze towards his slave, who frowned disgruntledly at the outcome.
"Yeah, I'm lucky.... or else he would've continue enjoying himself without a care in the world," he muttered. Grimmjow blinked at his words and frowned. What did he mean by that? "What would have happened if he hadn't come to my aid, I couldn't even imagine the outcome of the attack." Grimmjow stared at the teen, noticing that his expressions were full of hurt and anger, and his eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion. Was Ichigo emotionally hurt from the attempted rape, or was it something else?
"He won't get punished for this, since he did it for your defense," said Aizen. "If there's any consolation, I could take you home right now."
"Yes, I would like that, Aizen," nodded Ichigo. "Better than staying here any longer...."
"Yes, of course," Aizen muttered before turning to his slave, who nodded in understanding.
"Come along, Ichigo," muttered Gin as he led the teen away. Ichigo took a brief glance at Grimmjow, frowned back at him, before looking away with a grim expression. He knew that Ginjou was staring at him too, but he didn't want to notice it as he just stared down at the floor.
".... Kuugo, I want you to leave as well," the senator muttered once Ichigo was out of the room, his bronze eyes narrowed in on his disgruntled nephew. "You've caused more than enough disgrace in my presence and my name. Out of all people, why him?"
"Tch, I have my own reasons--" Ginjou grumbled.
"Leave. Now. That's an order.... unless I strip you of your title right here and now," he threatened. Ginjou scoffed, glaring at the Gaul who had the audacity to snarl at him, before he wiped the blood from his lips.
"One day, I'll be the one to finish you off, Gaul.... if those savage gladiators get to you first," he scoffed, limping out of the room. Grimmjow growled, he was almost there until Ichigo had stopped him. He should have pushed him away and kill the man right then and there.... even when the teen was pleading for him to stop. He should have done it. Then.... why did he stop? His thoughts faltered when he realized Aizen was walking up to him and he froze. He was a slave under the Roman laws, and after what he just did, he may be in trouble.
".... You know what you did, especially against a praetor," Aizen stated quietly. "A title like that classified just under mine, and any threat posed against him-- especially by a slave-- is resulted with punishment by death." Grimmjow just stared at him, his body rigid as he waited for the man's next move. But Aizen just stepped away as he sighed stressfully and rubbed at his forehead. "You're only lucky that I'm giving you leniency due to many reasons," he sighed. "My nephew's an arrogant man and I have to stifle the embarrassments he causes me. Plus, Ichigo's the son of one of my associates, and that would cause a deep rift between us. And also.... you, as a noble, were to be executed for your actions, that would cause a possible war between the Empire and Gaul."
".... What're you saying exactly?" questioned Grimmjow.
"Keep this.... the events of what had happened, between us," he advised. "The attack and the attempted rape, we'll act as if nothing have ever happened here." Grimmjow blinked at that and frowned in disbelief. Does this man really want that, to silence the events for everbody's sake, especially Ichigo's?
"What would happen if it gets leaked out?" he muttered, and Aizen gave him a hard glare.
"You're in no position to even dare to blackmail me--"
"Who says I am? That nephew of yours might do something against me, and it might result in the truth to the public that I'm a noble of my tribe," he said. "Unless you want that to happen, I suggest you do something about him."
".... Fine, if you think so," muttered Aizen. "However, I was wondering one thing."
"What?"
"I assumed that you were with one of my slaves.... but then a moment later, you managed to find Ichigo here just in time to stop Kuugo's assault," he said. "As a slave, did you have a feeling that your master were in trouble, Grimmjow? Or was it something else?" Grimmjow narrowed his eyes slightly at that, but he wasn't sure how to answer it. It was only a coincidence that he came by the room when it happened. But.... the sight of Ichigo being held down against his will by Ginjou made something snapped inside of him.
In the back of his mind, he thought it was a perfect opportunity to take down the army commander for ruining his life and murdering his friends. Yet.... it felt like another reason that he attacked him. He didn't really want to care about Ichigo but if that was the case, then why couldn't he force himself to push him away when the teen was pleading with concerning eyes? "I don't know...." he shrugged, but Aizen just understood with a slight nod.
"After Ichigo comes back, you'll leave," he said. "Let's hope that his father doesn't come back anytime soon, I'm not so sure how to explain his bruises." Grimmjow just frowned, reaching up to touch his own bruises on his face. The senator's words as well as the teen's statements from earlier were making him feel confused. How could he have enjoyed himself with some mute slave, from how Ichigo commented about him? If that was the case, then he might have stay with her.... and it would have a whole different story regarding Ichigo, he finally realized.
".... Shit...."
(Blood and Sand)
Through the carriage ride, Ichigo was completely quietly as he was slumped in his seat. His eyes gazed placidly on his lap, snifling though his tears had been gone since leaving Aizen's villa, dressed in spare clothing to replace his torn ones. Grimmjow sat across from him, watching his defeated form, and frowned. Ichigo hadn't spoken a word to him, and the silence was annoying to his opinion. "... Is there anything you want to say?" the Gaul muttered quietly. The teen's gaze flickered at him, but he glanced away, his jaws hurting when he clenched them due to the deep bruises. "Tch, fine, you don't have to say anything, brat...." he scoffed.
".... Is that how you wanted it to happen to me, Grimmjow?" mumbled Ichigo, and Grimmjow blinked at him in slight confusion.
"What?"
"You don't really care about me, anyway...." he muttered in a hollowed tone. "You hated me from the time I bought you, you never saw me as anything but a Roman who controls you despite the fact I've never done anything wrong to you."
"Tch, why should I like you anyway?" frowned Grimmjow. "Why do I have to care about you?" Ichigo snifled tiredly, as he crossed his arms.
"Then why did you stop Ginjou....?" he questioned. "You should've let him rape me, if you care less about me. As my slave, one would think I deserve such a punishment like that." At that, Grimmjow's eyes widened slightly in surprise and stared at him. What was he trying to say?
".... But I didn't let him--" he frowned.
"And why is that?" Ichigo muttered, his eyes gazed at him skeptically.
".... It was a perfect opportunity to get him," he answered. But when he said it out loud, the tone sounded rather odd and unconvincing, even to him. It was as if it was the partial truth to it. Ichigo frowned before shaking his head and sitting up.
"It's like you said.... I'm just a weakling, and you could've waited until I'm a fucking mess. You could've walked away and let me be at Ginjou's mercy until I'm broken and bleeding. You would like that, wouldn't you, Grimmjow?" The teen's unusually cold words pricked at Grimmjow, who frowned in disbelief. He thought back to the fight and how he wanted to beat down Ginjou into a bloody pulp. He even wanted to kill him right then and there, and he could have done it. But.... why did he stop himself? He stared at Ichigo, who was sporting the same hurtful look as before, before letting out a deep huff. "You should be grateful that I stopped you in time before Gin saw you, though I don't think that you should care about that," muttered the teen. "Now that I think about it.... you really could've shoved me away when I did so."
"What?" frowned Grimmjow.
"You're a very strong fighter, you had the power to push me away and kill Ginjou. And yet.... you didn't," Ichigo mumbled, glancing away. "I don't know what the reason is, but just be glad that your true intentions wasn't found out by Aizen...." Grimmjow wasn't sure what to say, but that was true. A gladiator like him should have been able to shove Ichigo. But when he was stopped by him and saw his frightened eyes, something seemed to switch in his brain and his body didn't want to go any further. It was as if.... he felt bad about what had happened to Ichigo.
".... So now what? That man said that we have to keep this quiet, or else everbody'll get in trouble," muttered Grimmjow.
"Of course.... we'll act like it had never happened to me, although I'll always remember the fear from Ginjou's attack...." Ichigo commented coolly, and the Gaul felt his heart oddly flinched from that. "However.... I don't ever want it to happen again, if you can do one thing for me."
"Huh....? What're you talking about?" he questioned in slight confusion and suspicion.
"I want.... I want you to train me with the sword, I want to learn how to fight and to protect myself," Ichigo demanded. Grimmjow stared at him in disbelief for a moment, did he hear that right?
"Train you? Are you serious....?" he questioned with an amused scoff.
"The fuck I am serious, Grimmjow," confirmed Ichigo, and the smirk immediately left the other man's face. "I felt scared of what had happened to me earlier, and it made me think about how can I make use of myself. That's why I ask you-- no, want you to train me." The Gaul stared at his expression, which was now fixed with determination, before frowning. The young boy was serious.... much like how Diroy was when he wanted to become a hunter. He didn't get it.
"Why? Why should I?" he asked with a confused frown.
"Because I don't want to be seen as weak, especially from you," answered Ichigo before he glanced away. "That's my answer...." By now, the carriage slowed to a stop in front of his home and he stepped out first. As soon as Grimmjow followed him inside, he stiffened when he saw the teen walking up to the one person he dreaded the most. He could see Nel's shocked reaction at the bruises on Ichigo's face before her eyes narrowed in on him.
"What happened?" she gasped.
"Nothing, Nel," Ichigo shook his head, but Nel frowned as she turned to Grimmjow with an accusing glare.
"What have you done, Grimmjow?" she scoffed. "You were supposed to be there to look after Ichigo! But his face--"
"Nel, he'd done nothing wrong," Ichigo said.
"He'd done nothing, period!" scoffed Nel, jabbing a finger at the frowning Gaul. "Do you honestly think that he wasn't at fault for this? How did this happen?"
".... Ginjou," Ichigo frowned sadly, and the woman stiffened in shock as she stared at him.
"Ginjou? You're saying that Ginjou did this to you?" she gasped softly.
"Yeah.... He was drunk and tried to talk to me. I ignored him and because of that he smacked me," he explained with a heavy shrug. But Nel's shocked face switched into anger as she glared back at Grimmjow.
"Then where was he? He should've been there for you!" she accused.
"Actually...." the teen muttered as he gazed at Grimmjow with a placid stare. Grimmjow noticed the hurtful glint within his chocolate eyes, and for some reason he felt slightly odd about his own emotion. Almost like remorseful.... "Actually, Nel, it was my fault," he muttered, and the Gaul blinked in surprise at that. "I wandered off when I shouldn't have, when Ginjou cornered me. Luckily, though, Grimmjow came to my defense and he pretty much pummeled him."
"What....?" gasped Nel in total disbelief. "Him, against someone like Ginjou, and a praetor at that? But, then...."
"Aizen apologized for what had happened, since he was responsible for having him there, and for that Grimmjow wasn't punished," he said, still gazing at the stunned slave. "So you see, Nel... it wasn't Grimmjow's fault. It was never his fault...." The last words bit out rather cruelly to Grimmjow's ears, as the blunet frowned bitterly. It almost sounded like Ichigo was blaming him for the events occured moments ago. He glanced up when he saw the teen walking up to him, and he stiffened when he saw his expression hardened a little.
"Grimmjow, on the way home, I requested you something and I am waiting for your answer," he muttered quietly.
"What?" frowned Grimmjow. "You're really serious about this, brat?"
"The magistrate holds the power of looking over slave-trading.... I can easily dismiss my request of finding your friend if you keep continuing to resist," frowned Ichigo, and Grimmjow's eyes immediately narrowed at the threat. Yet the teen held his ground as he glared back. The Gaul breathed deeply, within a few hours he had from brash and rude to uncertain and close to being guilty. He scoffed softly, nearly gritting his teeth at the thought, but he didn't dare to berate at the one person who technically held the leash around his neck over everything. His friend, his need to rise through the gladiatorial ranks, his vengance....
".... Fine then, if that's what you want," huffed Grimmjow. But Ichigo didn't seem at all relieved or happy at the answer. Instead, he gave a short nod before turning to Nel, who was concerned yet confused over the brief conversation.
"Sorry about this, but wake up Orihime so she can fix up my bruises...." he requested as he strolled up to her.
"Okay, Ichigo," she nodded, leading him away. "Wait, what happened to your clothes, by the way?"
"Oh, someone accidently spilled wine on me so Aizen replaced it...." he muttered. He took one last glance at Grimmjow before they were finally out of sight, and the Gaul frowned as unknown emotions swarmed in his mind.
Did he really agree to teach Ichigo how to fight with the sword? He vigorously shook his head in bewilderment and scoffed. "Why? Why the fuck did I agree....?" he scoffed. But the image of Ichigo being hurt popped up in his head once again and it irritated him. He still didn't get it. Frowning, he wondered why he kept thinking about it. "Fuck...." he scoffed.
(Blood and Sand)
Seeing red, Ginjou finally stepped into his house. The slaves who came to greet him instantly gasped at the sight of his condition, some wasn't whether to approach him in fear of punishment. Those who even dared to get close proved the point, as the army commander immediately smacked one down when asked what happened. "Don't you fucking get near me! All of you fucking stay away or my sword'll meet your heart!" he seethed furiously, despite of the bruises on his face. His frightened slaves scattered back as he made his way to his bedroom.
He was beyond angry, all because of Grimmjow. Not only did the Gaul stop his actions over Ichigo and he was beaten down into a pulp, but he actually walked away from any punishment despite that the laws confirmed death for rebellious slaves. By his title, Ginjou should have a right to order arrest and execution on Grimmjow. But the threat of his uncle taking away everything he has was too risky to go further, and he hated it. Even as a grown man, he had no choice but to follow his orders since Aizen was his uncle as well as his adoptive father since he was little and his parents died.
He paused in his steps when he saw Tsukishima standing nearby, his glare on the flustered slave lessened by a miniscule but he was still scowling as he walked up to him. Tsukishima shivered but didn't dare to ask about his bruised face as he bowed his head respectfully. ".... Look at me, Tsukishima," he demanded, reaching out to grab at the black hair. His slave was forced to stare at him with apprehensive hazel eyes, before he was then pushed ahead of him.
Ginjou knew he got the message, as Tsukishima walked ahead of him with fear shivering within him. As soon as they stepped into the bedroom, the praetor grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to the bed. "Stay silent, or I'll give you the worst whipping possible," he growled. Tsukishima nodded shakily before he was forced over the mattress and his tunic was pushed up to reveal his bare thighs and behind.
"Guh....!" Tsukishima choked out a silent scream and clenched tightly at the bedsheets, the moment Ginjou pushed his erection into the dry unprepared entrance. He shook greatly as he felt the immediate tears and blood and yet he couldn't utter a single sound. It was the worst punishment he had to endure, as Ginjou roughly thrusted in and out of him.
"I'm only doing this.... because I'm fucking angry that I didn't get Ichigo this time," gritted Ginjou. "Too bad that I'm using you to take out my anger...." He clawed his fingers deeply into the pale-skinned hips as he thrusted harder, not caring that the blood was trickling down the slave's thighs. Tsukishima bit his bottom lip to numb the severe pain and warm tears pricked at his clenched eyes. He inhaled sharply when his master pulled at his hair by the roots, but he still hadn't screamed out. It took very strong will not to react, since Ginjou had to 'train' him from the time he bought him.
The first several times he failed, he was punished with a whip or a savage beating. When Ginjou trailed his hand over his bare back, he shuddered when the fingers felt the faint yet permanent scars from the whipping so long ago. "Shit, fuck....! gritted Ginjou, giving one last thrust until he climaxed into his slave, who flinched at the warm stinging pain in his insides. "Fuck....!" he scoffed and pulled out.
"...." Tsukishima glanced hesitantly at his master, who was still irritated, before bowing his head. Despite the blood and the pain in his lower back, he was pulled to the floor and was made to kneel in front of him. His master still have an erection though stained with blood and semen, but took the silent command and engulfed the arousal, ignoring the sharp pulling at his hair.
Even though Ginjou was finally getting what he wanted, it wasn't the same since it was Ichigo that he wanted to hold down for lustful domination. But he will find a way to get him, as well as taking down that savage Gaul.
(Blood and Sand)
As the morning sun peaked, Grimmjow just laid in his bed soon after he woke up. After what had happened from last night, he simply couldn't believe it. Ginjou was just there when the army commander was close to force himself on the frightened teen, when he discovered them. The room was empty, nobody was around due to everyone else being busy at the party.... He could have done it, when he attacked Ginjou. So then why the murderous intent practically vanished the moment he saw Ichigo in trouble? The opportunity was right there to kill him and yet.... why couldn't he go further?
Was it because that the teen lied that the Gaul came to his defense as a slave would for his master, when Aizen found out? No, it couldn't be it. Was the excuse was that he didn't have a knife or any sort of weapon to kill him? That couldn't be true, since he had the strength to do so with his bare hands. The fear of capital punishment wasn't the case either, but he wasn't afraid to die if he wanted to kill Ginjou. The urge for revenge was there the moment he saw him.
But.... did it diminish because he had hurt Ichigo's feelings moments before it happened? Did he really feel bad for the teen? If he didn't, then he wouldn't have foolishly agreed to train him to fight with a sword. "Tch, shit....!" he scowled as he got off the bed. Too much questions pounding in his head like a migraine. Why did he even let his guard down for him, especially a Roman, over something as trivial as teaching him to fight? And why does Ichigo wish to learn it, anyway?
"Because I don't want to be seen as weak, especially from you...." That was what he had said, with a determined tone in his voice. Grimmjow could say that it was ridiculous and that he wouldn't even dare to do such a thing. However, because of the fact that the teen was helping to find his surviving friend, he doesn't even have a choice in the matter. Huffing, he stormed out of his room, nearly bumped into Nel the moment he turned. Nel stepped away out of reflex, her eyes widened slightly in surprise when she realized it was Grimmjow.
".... You're awake," she stated.
"Yes, is there a problem about that?" he frowned but Nel simply frowned back as she crossed her slim arms.
"You must be the luckiest fool to get away with something like that," she frowned. "Not even a person with the status like Ichigo could get away from beating down the praetor. So you think you can do that again, should you've been given the chance?"
"If I had done it again, that bastard wouldn't be breathing the next time," scoffed Grimmjow. "I was so close, but the brat was there so I couldn't do it with him being the witness."
"You think that's the case....? Or is it that you care for Ichigo's well-being, even just for a second?" she questioned. His eyes narrowed at her in confusion and annoyance. Why should he care about the teen, who hadn't done anything wrong to him except buying him as a slave? He suddenly faltered in his thought and frowned.... that was true, Ichigo didn't really mistreat him at all. Just that being a property of someone was the thing that bothered him the most. "You see? It's been a month, Grimmjow, you don't have to be defensive towards someone like Ichigo," she sighed. "So why do you keep doing it?"
".... How would I know? I only feel hostile because I was captured by the Romans, and that my master being a Roman just feels worse," he frowned.
"Would it have been better by any other civilization, Grimmjow? She questioned and Grimmjow just shrugged. "Well.... I keep telling that this family is not terrible to serve under. But if you keep thinking otherwise, I'm not sure what'll happen of your outcome, whether you fight in the arena or that your friend will be found. Your actions here will effect the things Ichigo are doing for you."
"I didn't ask for his help--"
"I didn't either when I was bought, but soon afterwards, I was grateful that I'm still alive," said Nel. "And I think you should start doing the same.... by granting some request that Ichigo had asked you about last night." Grimmjow raised his eyebrow in slight suspicion at her words and frowned slightly.
".... He didn't mention what kinda request it is, woman?" he questioned.
"Whatever it is, it shouldn't be worse than you punching out Ginjou," she shrugged before her yellowish hazel eyes glared up at him. "But.... I don't know what it is, but I'll be watching for anything you pull off and make sure that you don't do anything that steps out of line. You got that, Grimmjow?"
"As if I should be afraid of you, woman," frowned Grimmjow.
"Really now? And those other times when I punched you out, you weren't afraid of that then?"
"You keep catching me off-guard, woman, and I find that fucking annoying," he scoffed lightly. "Whatever, I'll talk to that brat," he grumbled as he walked past her to go outside. From what it looked like, Ichigo wasn't in the garden as he passed by it, though the girl slave Orihime was there. She seemed disheartened due to his pigeon massacre a few days back, but she was feeding what was left of the flock with some bread. Then Ichigo might be in his bedroom, as he strolled upstairs. On the second floor, the dog Zangetsu noticed him when he was wandering about and wiggled his wet nose as Grimmjow walked past him.
"Rhuff...." the dog acknowledged him with a tired bark. Grimmjow blinked at that, the family pet must be old judging by the bark.
"Zangetsu? Something the matter....?" muttered Ichigo when he stepped out of his room, but froze when he saw Grimmjow who stiffened as well. Both stared at each other for a couple of moments, and the Gaul noticed the bruises from last night were virtually gone saved for the slight discoloration on his cheeks. It wasn't long before the teen clicked his tongue and his dog came to him on command. "Come here, boy.... sorry, but I got a errand to run," he muttered with a small smile as he patted his head. "Watch the house while I'm gone, okay?"
"Wruff, ruuf," huffed Zangetsu, wagging his tail a little. Ichigo smiled back, but the expression quickly wiped off his face when he glanced at Grimmjow again before walking up to him. The Gaul frowned, he waited for something to happen, but suddenly Ichigo walked past him in order to go downstairs. He scoffed at the cold shoulder before turning to face him.
".... Hey, brat, I've been meaning to ask you--" he frowned.
"Let's go, I don't want to be late," muttered Ichigo. Grimmjow blinked at the sudden muted tone, but scoffed just the same and followed after him. The aura surrounding the teen was obviously standoffish, and being ignored was too annoying. But.... it was oddly understandable of why Ichigo was being cold to him but Grimmjow found that annoying as well, as he believed that he doesn't really deserve it. "Nel, you got the parcel prepared?" the teen called once they reached downstairs.
"Yeah, yeah, I got it...." Nel replied when she came up to him with the bundle. She took a brief glance at him when she gave it to him then at Grimmjow, before walking away without another word.
"Tch, what was that about?" frowned Grimmjow, but was promptly ignored when Ichigo started to walk and he quickly followed. "What's up with the parcel--"
"It's none of your concern for now," Ichigo immediately answered. "We're leaving...."
"What? What's with you, brat?" scoffed Grimmjow, narrowing his eyes at him out of annoyance. "Do you really have to act so shitty towards me, or this is gonna be your new attitude?" Ichigo didn't bother to answer as they left the villa. For he has other plans for the day.
(Blood and Sand)
"Give me two swords, Urahara." The lanista quirked an eyebrow in surprise at Ichigo's rather bold request the moment he set foot into the ludus. "Not the actual swords, I meant the wooden weapons you used for practice," he said. "I just want them to train."
"To train, you say?" questioned Urahara behind his fan. "What of Grimmjow? Is he staying here today?" he asked, gazing at the disgruntled slave who was just as surprised of what was going on.
"No, he's going to help me train," answered Ichigo. "I'm sure you have no problem with him missing out a day or two."
"Hmm.... frankly, I wouldn't but you wanting to train? Whatever for?" he asked.
"You've forgotten that in a couple of years, I must join the Roman army as a loyal citizen," said Ichigo, and Urahara nodded. "It makes more sense to start now, instead of waiting to endure the most harshest part of training. Right now, I just wanted to learn the basic sword skills."
"Hmm...."
"Stop making that noise, that's annoying," he frowned.
"Sorry about that, I just find it interesting that you wish to do this," Urahara smiled lightly. "However, gladiatorial training is quite different than military training, that's why it's interesting."
"I get the reason but for now I wish to learn the sword skills," requested Ichigo one more time. Urahara smiled and shrugged, before turning to a servant to ask for the weapons. Moments later, the lanista gave him the swords wrapped in a leather tarp and Ichigo took it. "Thank you so much, Urahara."
"Don't mention it, I can get always get more weapons," nodded Urahara, though all the while Grimmjow stood quiet with a slight confused look on his face. He wasn't sure what will happen later on....
And now he figured it out, as he treaded after Ichigo on a high hill, far away from the city. He didn't go to the ludus just for another day of training, but just to teach the brat to fight. As soon as they reached the top, the Gaul glanced back to notice the clear distance they were from Rome before they then trailed down the other side for the wide field. Ahead he could see the winding trail of a large river as well as several stone-paved roads leading back to Rome. Once they reached the base, Ichigo moved for the nearest road that led to a bridge.
Grimmjow was already out of breath from the walking, yet Ichigo took it in stride since he was used to it as a Roman. "Hurry up, while we still got daylight," muttered Ichigo.
"Tch, where are we going?" scoffed Grimmjow, as he tried to catch up to him.
"Nowhere too far...." he simply answered. The slim wooden bridge over the river shook and creaked slightly when they crossed over it. They continued walking down the trail, but Grimmjow was getting irritated from the unknown destination as well as the scorching heat from the sun. Summer was never this terrible back at home, since the weather were mostly cool. Suddenly, Ichigo decided to go off the trail and moved towards a shallow slope downhill, near a cleared off forest. The Gaul eyed the area, no one would pretty much notice them here, before Ichigo finally stopped walking.
"Here's good, the workers already collected enough lumber," the teen sighed, looking over at the sawed off stumps and then at the trees in the distant.
"Are you really going along with this, brat? Do you actually want to learn how to fight?" Grimmjow questioned as he glared at Ichigo, who dropped the parcel to the ground and opened up the tarp to reveal the wooden swords. "Hey! I'm trying to talk to you--" he scowled but stepped back when the weapon was suddenly tossed by his feet. Huffing, he picked it up and twirled it in his hands. "Shit, I don't know why you want to do this," he scoffed under his breath. "What's the point of this--" he frowned when he glanced up.
But he didn't expect the teen to suddenly strike him in the face with the wooden sword. "Shit!" he hissed out mostly out of surprise rather than pain as he stumbled back, but he already tasted blood filling up in his mouth. "Fucking hell, what was that for?" he scowled after spitting out the taste and glared at the teen. But Ichigo barely batted an eye and frowned back at him, gripping his weapon tightly.
"I thought the first rule of fighting was never to let your guard down," muttered Ichigo.
"What the fuck! What the hell's wrong with you, brat?" growled Grimmjow.
"Nothing's wrong, I just want to be strong and that's all there to it," he frowned.
"But-- shit, why? If it's about last night--"
"I wasn't thinking about what happened, I just want to learn how to fight right now," Ichigo scoffed. "Even if I have to beat you down, Grimmjow. Now teach me, or I'll keep swinging my sword at you." Grimmjow scoffed in disbelief and shook his head. He didn't want to teach the teen, mainly because of that he simply didn't feel like it. But Ichigo seemed to be doing it for the wrong reasons, all because of him. And yet even that, he didn't believe that he was part of the reasons.
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Cereal break! *munches on cereal* Geez, Grimm just keeps on being stubborn, huh?
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